Art stains through my skin, saturating to the genetic core of my being.

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Since I can remember I have had the urge to create, drawing and painting from a young age.

Scrawling on everything from my schoolbags, books, furniture to myself.

 

As I have aged and grown my urge to capture my observations, interpret my impressions and travel life’s horizons of ideas and textures continues.

Seeking to create expressions of natural shapes and forms woven with concepts and emotion.

 

And I still scrawl on anything that get in the way of my paint brushes.

 

Going some way to explain this is inborn desire and choice to do art is twofold.

 

I was born in New Zealand, raised and stimulated by adopted parents that saw that art materials and books on art and artists kept me happy and quiet for hours.

When I was younger and sick from school my Mum brought me a huge selection of art books including a large Encyclopedia of art and artists. I was at this point curiostiy was solidified and I knew art could be anything. This moment solidified my belief in the power of art.

 

Secondly meeting my Australian birth parents when I was 18 put more pieces into place for me with the realisation that my blood parents were artists and that I came from a family with a long history of art and music.

 

My Birth father is a painter /sign writer, my Mother is a fibre artist , sister a fabulous musician and my grandfather a lifelong musician too.

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Genetically artistic by nature enhanced by a nurturing environment, explains my continued drive to create art.

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No part of life too beautiful, strange or ugly, no detail too small to ignore.

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I have explored materials and my process patiently and persistently over the years, choosing to use top quality oils or arylics often using strange one off materials to satisfy my urges to create.

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Turning pigments, brushes, pallette knifes and the airbrush into

weapons mass creation aimed at any despots and bullies I see.